Childhood Memories of Train Journey
The morning light broke the silence of the skies, with birds chirping in harmony with the whistling of the train. It was 6 in the morning and the extensive planning finally took off when we landed in a clean compartment of our Amritsar-bound train. The sound of wheels broke the inertia and instigated the people to get ready for their morning chores and march towards the toilet more furiously than zombies. With everyone lining up for oral hygiene, the war of the worlds had just begun.
The ones without a reservation were struggling to find some space for their buttocks by indulging in arguments, with expert opinions flying from all the corners. After a prolonged debate and intervention by the Men in Black, the Ticket Checkers, we finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, but not for long as people started gobbling their food and our gastric juices started to build up a hungry empire. The whiff of potato chips, aloo ke paranthe, chana jor garam and chholey bhature spread in the entire coach. With people chatting and moving around, the rattling of wheels fainted against their hustle bustle. A group of students sang at the top of their lungs and presented the Compartment Idol, kids ran a marathon in the narrow lane of the jam packed compartment, and prolonged goodbyes and send-offs could be witnessed at an intermediate station, where the train stopped to replenish its resources.
Outside the window, the trees rushed in full grace and the evergreen fields danced to the tunes of a fierce wind storm, a view one can only dream of. Amidst the consistent munching, the air was filled with laughter and delights of heart-warming greetings, and everybody was a participant from a month old baby attracting every passenger with his cute persona to a 60 year old couple showing affection to each other.
Our destination was in sight; with a heavy heart we bid goodbye to all. I was 11 years old and that was my most memorable train journey.